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"No, it was not this one, but it was one like it," said the elephant. "I came here about a year ago." "I remember that time," said Snarlie. "I liked you as soon as I saw you, Umboo." "So did I," spoke Woo-Uff, the lion, stretching out his big paws. "Let us hear the rest of Umboo's story," suggested Chako, the monkey. "Did you like the circus?" "Indeed I did, very much," Umboo answered.
"Is there any one else who can tell a story?" asked Snarlie. "We will soon be traveling on again, but after that, when we settle down to rest, I should like to hear another tale." "I can tell about my jungle," said Chako. "We have had enough of jungles," said Woo-Uff. "Does any circus animal know any other kind of stories?"
"Can't we ever get out of the trap?" asked Umboo of his mother when Tusker and the others had found they could not knock down the stockade fence. "Can't we ever get out?" "And did you ever get out?" eagerly asked Snarlie, the tiger, who, with the other circus animals, listened to Umboo's story. "Did you ever get out of the trap, Umboo?" "Tell us about that part!" begged Woo-Uff, the lion.
"Children do ride on the backs of elephants in India, the country where you and I came from, don't they, Umboo?" asked Snarlie, the tiger, when the children had passed on to the tent where the performers were to do their circus tricks. "Oh, yes, many a ride I have given children in India," said Umboo. "But that was after I was caught in the jungle trap and tamed."
"Oh, yes we will," said Snarlie himself, a big, handsome striped tiger in a cage not far from where the monkeys lived. "You can tell us a good story, Umboo." "And make it as long as the story Woo-Uff, the lion, told us," begged Humpo, the camel. "I liked his story." "Thank you," spoke Woo-Uff, as he rolled over near the edge of his cage where he could hear better.
"Oh, did she let you fall?" suddenly asked Chako, who, with the other animals in the circus tent, was eagerly listening to the story Umboo was telling. "Did she let you fall?" "Look here!" cried Snarlie, the tiger, when Chako, the monkey, had asked his question. "Look here, Chako! You mustn't interrupt like that when Umboo is talking! Let him tell his story, just as you let me tell mine.
And I wanted to see if I could do that trick again, of taking the white rag from the man's pocket." "And did you?" asked Snarlie, the tiger. "I did, the first chance I had," answered Umboo. "But that was not until I had been off the ship for a day or so." Umboo and the other animals were taken from the ship, and again put in railroad cars to be taken to a sort of training place.
"Once a little African boy named Gur was kind to me, and gave me a drink of water when I was caught in the net. He was a good boy." "Did he ride on an elephant's back?" asked Snarlie. "I never saw him do that," answered the lion, "though he may have. But the elephants of Africa, where I came from, are wilder, larger and more fierce than those of India, where our friend Umboo used to live.
"Is New York a jungle?" asked Gink, who had not been with the circus very long. "New York a jungle? Of course not!" laughed Snarlie, the tiger. "New York is a big city, and sometimes we circus animals are taken there to help with the show. I've been in New York lots of times." "Well, don't let it make you proud," said Chako, the other monkey.
And maybe Umboo's jungle story will go in a book, as mine did." "Is yours in a book?" asked Humpo, the camel. "It is," answered Snarlie, and he did not speak at all proudly as some tigers might. "My story is in a book, and there are pictures of me, and also Toto, the little Indian princess. For I came from India, just as Umboo did." "Now who is talking?" asked Woo-Uff, the lion.
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